Sometimes you are
a drop of water, free.
You can run anywhere,
not following
those boundaries.
Then I hold you,
make you still,
give you shape,
draw two eyeballs
that pierce the air,
give you wings
to fly, until
you become
a memory.
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10 responses to “Until you become a memory”
Quite deep. Well portrayed.
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Thank you, Snigdha. 🙂
Nicely worded, Archita, beautiful.
Thank you, Eliza.
Absolutely beautiful. I can think of so many memories that feel like you’ve just described.
Gorgeous photo, A 🙂
Thank you, Michelle. Moments are fleeting, at least memories are here to stay. 🙂
Powerful and deep! Amazing writing and photography
Thank you, Ree. 🙂
This was beautiful. I felt it on many levels — like a metaphor for all special exeriences in life. I am sad we forget so many of our memories, though/ Just to think…there are so many of those drops of water somewhere behind us.
How beautifully you said it, Claudia. Thank you. 🙂